The bird fears no heights
it knows not how to reason
'no-mind' is no fear

No questions are asked
no answers are expected
life is what it is

Ev'ry thing is now
quintessence is the moment
the mind is empty

It is what it is
do not ask the why of things
a rose is a rose

Words --polished by the shine of the moon and stars
strengthened by the hardest of stone
words the alpha, words the omega
each word triumphs on its own.

Let every word ennoble
and kindle the heart
let none cast a dark shadow or blemish
at the end as at the start.

Is life but a mist?
the eyes can't see clearly
we have to imagine
what is before us--sighting partially

is the angst of everyone
journeying in uncertainty
with hopes and dreams
as each seeks to chart their destiny-

who ever does say
living life is sailing in calm waters? verily
the mist is testing man's courage and nobility-
he who dares walk through will score the final victory

to be greeted by pure sunshine
which dispels the mist and lo ! beautifully
mysteriously he emerges as a man reborn
he has become what he aspires to be.

I am a little child still
in life's kindergarten
learning my ABCs, how to talk
to communicate--every lesson

I cherish--I am so eager to know more
I love the sound of words-their beauty
each is like music to me
above all, I love poetry

But you say to me:
' Your learning is well over--you are too old'
my reply: 'I can't help it--it grows within me
I must move forward before time turns me cold'.

I am a child still
my heart beats wildly
when the sky, the stars, the roses,
the clouds, the ocean and the fields I see.